Reading in Bed
2009 May 20
We lay down in bed
with our books
the night light on. Cricket opera
through an open window. I hear you chuckle
and lose my place, scowl –
so you unscrew your head
and use it as a bookmark –
your long, dark hair flops over
both covers. You take your hands
off. I reach over, turn
out your light. Jesus Christ!
I say
as I take your book
in both hands and try to slam
your smirking lips shut.
I love this – just enough bizarre to shock, but not detract from the intimacy of the scene. ’smirking’ is a perfect touch!
Mercedes:
Thank you for your comments! Very well put. Hope to read you here more often.
Joe Bastow